The move to the Bel-Air estate was executed with military precision. Dubbed "The Granite Sanctuary" by the sisters, the house sat at the end of a half-mile private road, shielded by ancient oaks and a sophisticated electronic gate. For the first time in years, the Jones sisters and Cameron could walk outside without the mechanical click of a paparazzi shutter.
The HousewarmingThe housewarming wasn't a Hollywood gala; it was an intimate gathering of the fortress. The air was filled with the scent of night-blooming jasmine and the steady hum of the new high-tech security system.
To the girls' surprise, their parents had flown in. They stood in the grand foyer, looking at the marble floors and the custom art with a mix of awe and a slightly intimidated pride. They had always known their daughters were sharp, but seeing the physical manifestation of their wealth—the "Sanctuary" they had built—was overwhelming.
Keanu was there too, looking relaxed in a simple dark sweater. He spent most of the evening in the library with Sarah, discussing the philosophy of the scripts the Firm was now vetting for him.
Robin's ProposalAmidst the celebration, Robin, Anastasia's primary agent and one of the few people outside the family allowed within the gates, pulled her aside into the new cherry-wood study.
"I have something that isn't just a project, Anastasia," Robin said, sliding a leather-bound script across the desk. "It's being directed by Gus Van Sant. It's a contemporary romance about the magnetic, deep bond between two young women. It's called The Blue Hour."
He watched her face closely. "The studio is terrified of the subject matter, but with you and your box-office history, it's an automatic greenlight. It's a statement of artistic independence."
"Who is the co-star?" Anastasia asked, flipping through the pages.
"A newcomer named Jennifer Grey. She has a raw, vulnerable energy that balances your... well, your steel. Robin knows you're looking to produce, and this is the perfect co-production for the Firm."
The Chemistry ReadA week later, Jennifer Grey arrived at the Granite Sanctuary. She was charming, with a mess of dark curls and an infectious, grounded energy. When she stepped into the minimalist living room and saw Anastasia, she didn't freeze in awe; she gave a wide, genuine grin.
"I've heard the legends about this place," Jennifer said, shaking Anastasia's hand firmly. "I didn't realize it actually felt like a home."
As they began to read through a pivotal scene—a moment where the two characters share a quiet, soul-baring confession—the atmosphere in the room shifted. It wasn't the heat of a crush, but the unmistakable spark of a kindred spirit. Jennifer met Anastasia's intensity with a playful, sharp wit. By the end of the session, they weren't just co-stars; they were laughing about the absurdity of the industry.
The Expansion of the CircleAnastasia watched Jennifer as she packed up her things. She saw more than just an actress; she saw someone who understood the "inner life" of a character but lacked the structural protection to survive the Hollywood machine.
"Jennifer," Anastasia said, her voice reclaiming its professional weight. "You're talented, but you're unshielded. You're about to go into a project that the press will try to use to define you. You need more than just an agent. You need a fortress."
Jennifer paused, looking at Anastasia with curiosity. "What are you suggesting?"
"Join the Jones Firm," Anastasia said simply. "We'll manage your career, secure your contracts, and ensure that your brand stays yours. We don't just take clients; we take partners."
Jennifer looked around the room—at the security, the quiet power, and the way Anastasia stood with the weight of an empire behind her. She didn't hesitate. "If it means I get to keep working with you and stay out of the tabloids, I'm in."
The Night AfterOnce the house was quiet again, Anastasia sat on the edge of the pool. Cameron walked up behind her, draping a silk robe over her shoulders.
"She's good, Stasia," Cameron said, sitting down beside her. "I like her. She's not looking at you like a fan; she's looking at you like a friend. That's rarer in this town than an Oscar."
"She's the right fit for the Firm," Anastasia replied, leaning her head on Cameron's shoulder. "She brings a warmth we don't have yet. And the movie... the chemistry is going to be perfect because we actually trust each other."
Cameron squeezed her hand, satisfied. The fortress had grown again, adding a new ally to the circle. The stock market was up, the Sanctuary was secure, and the "Duo" was becoming a "Team."